[Intro]

(It's a Wayne beat)

Alright

Bitch

Ghetto Boyz shit, nigga

Hey

[Verse]

Grease, where you at with it?

Your bitch ain't really bad, she be catfishin'

I don't really listen to your music 'cause it's cap in it

Go one round, pop a Perc', then I'm back in it

You got a nine, I got a ten milli', it's a strap difference

You try too hard, bitch, I shit talk, it's a rap difference

Tried to fuck my bitch from the side, broke my back with it

I'm a fat nigga

.308 hit his chest, got him backflippin'

I made this shit right here for all my trap niggas

That's in the trap with it

Hit the road, do a turnaround, call it fast livin'

I'm on they ass, nigga

Z/28, bitch, I'm goin' fast in it

I'm off a six of Wock', hoping I don't crash in it

Boy, that's bad business

I be talkin' shit the whole beat, I don't adlib it

And this shit comin' off the hеad, boy, I'm mad gifted

Told bro to take the standard off, I'm finna add sixty

I bе willing to do anything, you could ask me Whitney

I got money now, I'm finna do a drill in the black Bentley

One day, I'm gonna be rich, it's that simply

No cap in me

Bitch, I got a motherfuckin' mental notepad with me

Go ask Sydney

But you can't, nigga

I'ma tell it how it is, I'm not a fake nigga

Plugged in, I paid four hundred for an eight, nigga

It was clean too

I think they already know I got-

I think they already know I got that shit from a fiend too

I know a nigga tell a bunch of lies, but they seem true

I got a nine on me right now, bunch of pink and blues

No Beetlejuice, I need the truth

No, I don't sell dope, but my people do

I seen the proof, I believe in you

Six thousand for a feature, that's reasonable

I did that shit for my bro, let him keep a two

Walkin' up on random hoes like, "Let me sleep with you"

Check security at the door, I wanna beef with you

Take a bitch back to the trap, show her a thing or two

Make the bitch suck dick, taught her English too

Lil' bro sippin' on some Tris, I'm leanin' too

Walk up on the ho and say, "Bitch, I'm screaming too"

Run a bag up 'til my ankles swole

Beat my bitch off a Perc' thirty, make her take control

I'm always on that bitch, boy, you hate the road

I run the city now and I'ma make it known

Everyone know we on the map, baby, yeah, we back, baby

Born in '94, but still came out a crack baby

Pull the trigger on this bitch once, watch it act crazy

Look how that shit run down the bottle, that's Act', baby

These hoes say they love me 'cause the belly and the beard

Knock a nigga grill loose, made him go grab some veneers

On my way home, high as hell, damn, I hit a deer

Cut my white bitch off 'cause she said, "Damn, I need a beer"

Got me in my head like, "Damn, these hoes weird"

This a Tesla, bitch, lean the seat back and don't steer

This a fan bitch, before she suck the dick, she gon' cheer

I should start a kennel, bitch, it's all pits over here

Ha, fuck an exotic dog

They say, "Mike, have you ever got robbed?" Nigga, not at all

Beat a nigga ass so bad, he got the cops involved

White boy asked for Perc' thirties, sold him Tylenol

Nigga, right is wrong

I just drove to the A and caught a flight home

Bitches want me 'cause I'm hot now, but I'm not Mike Jones

Four whips in the lot now with all my ice on

Pour six in my pop, man, and all the ice gone

Man, I hate that shit

Happy I could change the fam' life, I embrace that shit

Hand a bitch ten thousand blues like, "Here, make that fit"

Okay, wait, that's it

Bitch